Angels Are Not Always White Prologue

A/N: This is the prologue to a chaptered story I am planning on writing. I'm doing this to test it out and see if I get positive feedback. If you guys like it, I will definitely be continuing it :)

"What do you want your life to be like?"

Ocean blue depths followed the movements of the struggle between white and black. White was more predominant and the black figure began to be smothered by the vast blankness of his surroundings. Soon, Rick realized, the black will soon be white as well. He followed the movements until the struggle was beyond his view.

"Rick?"

Slowly, his eyes moved to the figure in front of him waiting to be acknowledged again. Blue met chocolate brown in their usual silent staring match. They sat like that for several minutes until the brown eyed man shifted and sighed out of amusement. His hand reached up to finger his white beard while looking down in thought.

Everything is white here.

The older man glanced back up at Rick with the concern that is always glowing within the irises.

"Are you still seeing them Rick?"

A nod.

Smiling at his accomplishment, the older man shifted to lean forward toward the other.

"Are they with us now?"

Hesitance. A shake of the head.

"Good. That's good. So you can talk freely to me now. They're not listening anymore Rick."

"They're always listening." A whisper.

Hands clasped together now, the man pushes himself farther from his wheelchair and closer to the stiff man in front of him. He reaches a wrinkled hand towards the tightened fist of the other, but then he hesitates before pulling back.

"Rick... They're not listening right now. Why don't you tell me what they've told you? It could help."

Rick moved his eyes from his hands to the wrinkled one that has always reached out to him, but was too scared to touch. To the stump of a leg merely a foot away from his own. Up the older man's chest and then along the side of his bearded face until he caught the other man's eyes again.

He stared deep into the other man for another minute while his jaw twinged in what could be either frustration or hesitance.

"You're wrong Hershel. You're wrong."